Month: August 2023

  • Beneath Billowing Clouds: A Farmer’s Tale of Timing and Toil

    Beneath Billowing Clouds: A Farmer’s Tale of Timing and Toil

    In the rolling pasture that stretches down to the sprawling Dalby Forest, a farmer toils under a billowy sky. In this photograph, from near Low Pasture Farm, he is seizing a precious respite from the recent rain to harvest the bounty of his fields. In this delicate dance with nature, timing is everything. A mere…

  • The carved stone of the Park Pale

    The carved stone of the Park Pale

    Someone asked me to show them a carved stone on Warren Moor. Many years have slipped by since I last saw it, so I figured it’d be wise to retrace my steps and locate it again – can’t have my memory playing tricks on me. The stone didn’t put up much of a fight to…

  • Forgotten Fields and Stolen Commons: The Tragic Consequences of Enclosure

    Forgotten Fields and Stolen Commons: The Tragic Consequences of Enclosure

    On this day in the year 1845, Parliament passed the Inclosure Act 1845, an ominous piece of legislation that concluded a grim transformation to the country. This Act, a tool of the powerful, wrested away the public land and enshrined the authority of enclosure commissioners, who, free from the yoke of parliamentary scrutiny, could enclose…

  • From beacons to buried treasure—Tales of Drake Howe

    From beacons to buried treasure—Tales of Drake Howe

    At the highest point of Cringle Moor’s flat summit is a Bronze Age round barrow named Drake Howe. A cairn overlooks the hollow left by Victorian antiquarians in this ancient monument. “Howe,” a term with a Scandinavian etymology, means a mound. But “Drake,” is that a name that carries a folk memory recalling the age-old…

  • S by W and beyond — the view from Roseberry

    S by W and beyond — the view from Roseberry

    Sundays are not my preferred days to climb Roseberry, as they tend to draw throngs of visitors, making the summit less quiet than I prefer. Nonetheless, this morning, helping the National Trust with their ‘Tea on the Topping’ event, I found myself on the summit, and briefly took in the view towards Cliff Rigg and…

  • Captive-bred pheasants—Count down to the shooting season

    Captive-bred pheasants—Count down to the shooting season

    In the world of shooting and the forthcoming hunting season, the hour has arrived for captive-bred pheasants to be released, ready for the grand start on the 1st October. However, in England, new restrictions are in place this year which require licences for the release of game-birds, including Red-legged Partridges, within a 500m radius of…

  • Wharram Percy

    Wharram Percy

    In the realm of Scottish history, the Highland Clearances persist as a contentious period, evoking bitter sentiments to this day. The primary catalyst behind these displacements mirrored the fate of Wharram Percy, an abandoned medieval village, where the driving force was the ousting of tenants to make room for sheep. Wharram Percy has earned its…

  • And so the Ling season begins

    And so the Ling season begins

    It’s that Ling season. Suddenly, in spite of the damp weather over the last week, the heather blooms have emerged, although they haven’t reached their fullest splendour just yet. Expect more photos of the purple haze to come in the month ahead. Heather, in a wholly natural habitat, gives off a modest display compared to…

  • Ernaldsti, never a RUPP

    Ernaldsti, never a RUPP

    Ernaldsti, that medieval track associated with the Percy family crossing Hutton Moor, down Percy Rigg and over to Ralph Cross, via Westerdale. I suspect that the true line of this historical route over the moor lies concealed within the hollow-way, just a stone’s throw to the right of the modern track, and to the left…

  • Robin Hood’s Bay and a method of keeping lobsters all year round

    Robin Hood’s Bay and a method of keeping lobsters all year round

    As I rounded the North Cheek along the Cleveland Way, Robin Hood’s Bay, in all its glory, lay before me. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect, as the tide was out, revealing many fingers of rocky scars stretching into the sea. Scores of tourists roamed the exposed rocks, like curious ants exploring their newfound…